I laugh repeatedly because these are merely empty words to say—that you, O stone-hearted one, will weep over my dead body.

The poet captures a moment of bitter, tragic irony here, chuckling at the empty promise that a heartless beloved would ever weep over his corpse. By addressing the lover as 'sang-dil'—literally stone-hearted—he highlights the sheer absurdity of expecting water from a stone. It is that familiar, painful laughter that surfaces when someone has hurt you so deeply that their hollow sympathy only feels like a grim joke.